Why me. Seriously, why me. 19 years old, my high school girlfriend tells me that she's pregnant.And that year, we have our first daughter, Briana. Everybody's giving up on me at this point. I'm a statistic. I failed.But I proved them wrong cuz next year we had our second child. Bianca, another daughter. Yay.And okay, so now we're adulting. We're moving a little. We're getting careers.We're looking at our life and saying, "Okay, this is not as hard as it seemed. Girls are smarter faster." That's a fact. But ...